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INTERNATIONAL  EXPOSITION 


San  Francisco,  torn  to  te 
Tke  ligkt  tkat  floods  the  Western  Sea, 
J3ids  the  world  with  open  arms 
1  o  snare  her  cheer,  to  view  her  charms, 
rlail,  to  men  or  every  race, 
A  greeting  waits,  a  glad  embrace  ! 

Tke  City  Loved  Around  tke  World 
Her  flag  of  welcome  kas  unfurled; 
Two  migkty  seas  kave  kept  tkeir  tryst, 
Tke  East  and  "West  kave  met  and  kissed. 
Tke  Warden  of  tke  Golden  State 
Has  opened  wide  tke  Golden  Gate. 

JAMES  HENRY  MACLAFFERTY. 


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The  Golden  Poppy, 
California's  State  Flower 


Copa  De  Oro 


(California's  Poppy — The  Cup  of  Gold) 


Thy  satine  vesture  richer  is  than  looms 
Or  Orient  weave  for  raiment  or  her  kings! 
Not  dyes  or  olden  Tyre,  not  precious  things 
Regathered  from  the  long-forgotten  tombs 
Of  buried  empires,  not  the  ins  plumes 
That  wave  upon  the  tropic's  myriad  wings, 
Not  all  proud  Sheba  s  queenly  offerings. 
Could  match  the  golden  marvel  of  thy  blooms. 
For  thou  art  nurtured  from  the  treasure-veins 
Of  this  fair  land:  thy  golden  rootlets  sup 
Her  sands  of  gold — of  gold  thy  petals  spun. 
Her  golden  glory,  thou!  on  hills  and  plains. 
Lifting,  exultant  every  kingly  cup 
Brimmed  with  the  golden  vintage  of  the  sun. 

INA  COOLBRITH. 


Ari 


risen 

Arisen!  Arisen!  Triumphant  o  er  rate, 

Thy  splendor  renewed  at  the  sea  s  Golden  Gate. 

Hail,  brave  San  Francisco,  thou  bravest  and  best, 

March  on  to  thy  glory  in  front  or  the  "\\^est. 

^\Ve  wept  at  thy  sorrow  and  ever  we  pray, 

God  guide  thy  to-morrow,  God  bless  thee  to-day. 

And  praying  we  pledge  thee  united  to  be 

To  keep  thee  the  Queen  of  the  Earth  s  greatest  sea. 

JAMES  HENRY  MACLAFFERTY. 


"Ground  from  the   sand   of   that   Pioneer  band. 


.  ne  Dust  or  Frisco    lown 


Dedicated  to  the  Calamity  Howler 


^VTiether  you  ride  on  a  Union  Bus 

Or  sit  in  a  streetcar  seat, 

\Vnether  you  argue  ana  fuss  ana  cuss 

And  Let  that  the  toss  gets  teat, 

Or  whether  you  walk  and  fume  and  talk 

And  nope  tnat  they  both  go  down. 

Remember  tne  dust  tnat  youVe  kicked  and  cussed 

Is  tne  dust  or  Frisco  Town. 

The  dust  of  Frisco  Town,  say  man, 

Do  you  know  what  tnat  dust  is  worth  ? 

It's  full  of  the  life  and  soul  and  sand 

Of  tne  Best  Little  Town  on  Earth. 

It's  full  of  tne  blood  and  bone  and  brick 

Of  tbe  men  who  stood  staunch  in  her  fall; 

And  despite  every  kick,  that  courage  will  stick 

For  there's  grit  in  that  dust,  that  s  all. 

So  whether  you  wander  along  V  an  Ness 

And  listen  to  tales  of  woe, 

Or  shuffle  your  feet  up  Fillmore  Street 

And  grumble  that  times  are  slow, 

Or  whether  you  wait  on  Golden  Gate 

For  an  auto  to  take  you  down, 

Just  get  this  fact  straight  before  it's  too  late, 

That  you're  on  the  bum,  not  the  town. 


You're  tlie  curse  of  Frisco  town,  my  man, 

Do  you  know  what  a  pessimist  s  worth? 

He's  full  of  the  slush  and  milk  and  musk 

Of  the  laziest  man  on  earth. 

Get  busy  and  -work  and  walk  and  sweat. 

Don't  whimper  and  fume  and  frown; 

Union  man,  scab  or  Greek,  you  can  get  what  you  seek 

In  the  dust  of  Frisco  Town. 

So  whether  you  swing  on  a  wind-blown  beam, 

\Vith  the  smart  of  the  dust  in  your  eyes, 

^Vhere  the  piledrivers  steam,  and  th^  hoist-engines  scream 

And  the  derricks  sweep  up  to  the  skies; 

Or  whether  you  crawl  on  a  tottering  wall 

Of  a  building  that's  blistered  and  brown, 

Swear  some  if  you  must,  hut  don  t  give  up  your  trust 

In  the  dust  of  Frisco    1  own. 

The  dust  of  Frisco  Town,  say  man, 

Do  you  know  how  that  dust  was  made? 

It  is  ground  from  the  sand  of  that  pioneer  band 

\Vhose  memory  will  never  fade. 

It  is  made  from  the  pluck  and  dare-devil  luck 

Of  those  Argonaut  miners  of  old. 

So  don't  cry  till  you  re  hurt,  it  s  no  every-day  dirt, 

It's  dust — hut  it's  dust  of  gold. 

D.  WOOSTER  TAYLOR. 


(This  verse  was  published  immediately  after  San  Francisco' s  great  fire,  and  is  typical 
of  the  sentiment  of  pluck,  determination  and  energy  by  which  the  City  has 
been  rebuilt. ) 


San  F 


an  Francisco 

(From  the  Sea) 

Serene,  indifferent  or  Fate, 

Thou  sittest  at  the  ^iV^estern  Gate; 

Upon  thy  height,  so  lately  won. 
Still  slant  the  tanners  or  the  sun; 

Tkou  seest  the  white  seas  strike  their  tents, 
O  ^Wrder  or  two  continents! 

And,  scornful  or  the  peace  that  flies 
Thy  angry  winds  and  sullen  skies, 

Thou  drawest  all  things,  small  or  great, 
To  thee  heside  the    \Vestern  Gate. 

BRET  HARTE. 


kk  Smiling  at  fortune  s  golden  kis 
A  great,  new-born  metropolis, 
That  stands  beneath  its  sun  lit  skies. 

A  monument  of  enterprise!" 

(OUR  SLOGAN) 


"Oro  en  paz — rierro  en  guerra" 

(OUR  MOTTO) 


The  City  Loved  Around  tke  \Vorld 


(OUR  TOAST) 


Tke  Prideof  tke  West! 
Tke  Gem  of  tke  Sea  ! 
Tke  City  tkat  Is  ! 

Tke  City  to  Be  ! 

Wkere  tke  skip  "Content"  ner  sail  kas  furleJ; 
Tke  City  Loved  around  tke  \Vorld! 


SanF 


rancisco  ! 


JAMES  HENRY  MACLAFFERTY. 


Three  Years  After 


\VTien  vast,  unbounded  ruin  came 
Plunging  our  City  deep  in  flame, 

vv  hen  through  the  gloom,  in  pallid  spires 
Sprang  the  long  tongues  or  blood-red  Tires, 

\Vnen  smoke  in  whirl- winds  circled  round 
.And  buildings  rell  with  crashing  sound, 
^Vhen  strong  men  sank  heneath  the  lash 
Or  scalding  heat  and  hurning  ash, 
^VTien  San  Francisco  s  fate  seemed  doomed 
And  all  in  chaos  was  entombed, 
How  little  glory  has  been  cast 
On  those  brave  souls  -who  stood  steadfast. 
Striving  with  courage,  strength  and  power 

To  save  her  in  that  fearful  hour! 
*       *       #       # 

Their  hands  removed  each  crusted  brick, 
Their  sinews,  faithful,  strong  and  quick, 
Swung  far  aloft  the  derrick  s  beam 
Or  drove  below,  the  panting  team; 
They  sank  each  pile  in  yielding  ground. 


They  laid  foundations  deep  and  sound, 
And  in  that  black,  deserted  zone 
They  built  a  City,  stone  on  stone; 
A  City  that  on  History's  page 
Is  crowned  the  marvel  of  its  age. 
Resplendent  with  its  lofty  nails, 
Its  labyrinth  of  shining  walls 
vVnere  column,  tower,  dome  and  spire 
Are  radiant  witn  Leaven's  fire! 

A  City  on  which  great  men  gaze 
And  herald  to  the  world  its  praise; 
A  City  glowing  with  the  pride 
Of  wealth  and  faith  on  every  side. 
Rebuilt  in  three  short,  crowded  years 
Above  distrust  and  idle  fears, 
A  City  throbbing  like  the  sea 
^V\th  life  and  strength  and  energy. 
Smiling  at  fortune  s  golden  kiss — 
A  great,  new-born  metropolis, 
That  stands  beneath  its  sun  lit  skies, 
A  monument  of  enterprise  ! 

D.  WOOSTER  TAYLOR. 


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San   Francisco   Bay 

How  fair  is  San  Francisco  Bay 
\Vken  golden  stars  consort  and  wiien 
Tke  moon  pours  silver  paths  tor  men, 
And  care  walks  ky  the  other  way ! 
Huge  skips,  black-bellied,  lay  below 
Broad,  yellow  flags  from  silken  Chmd, 
Round,  Wood-red  banners  from  Nippon, 
Like  to  her  sun  at  sudden  dawn 
Brave  tattle-skips  as  wkite  as  snow, 
Witk  kannered  stars  tossed  to  tke  wind, 
as  a  kiss  wken  love  is  kind. 

JOAQUIN  MILLER. 


.  JLIFORNIA 

^  (A  Prophecy) 

Of  all  the  world  most  fair, 
God's  shaping  Hand, 

Made  thee.beyond  compare 
Mis  chosen  land.  , 


Under  serenest    skies 
By  soft  airs  fanned 

Breaths  of  all  balm  and  spice 
The  blossom-land 


Thou  from  alt  bondage  free, 
Earth  shall  command. 

Leader  of  destiny. 
Gods  sun-set  land. 


0  land  of  mine,  sweet  land  or  mine, 
A~hloom  beside  the  sunset  sea, 

An  exile  from  thy  holy  shrine — 

I  call  to  thee  and  only  thee. 
Forget  the  lure  that  led  afar 

To  snows  that  smite  and  suns  that  slay, 
And  from  thy  place  where  pleasures  are, 

Forgiving — turn  thy  face  my  way. 

1  hear  in  dreams  thy  pulsing  palms, 

Sing  low  to  hrooding  mother-birds; 
And  catch  the  swing  of  saintly  psalms 

From  scores  of  Love  s  unwritten  words. 
I  see  thy  poppies  wind  and  weave 

A  carpet  for  thy  daughters   dance, 
And  all  thy  sun-browned  sons  achieve 

The  golden  glory  of  romance. 

I  wake  to  read  a  sweeter  scroll; 

To  watch  the  world- wide  ways  secern; 
For,  through  the  aisles  of  sense  and  soul, 

Thy  call  rings  clear — "Return,  return! 
And  so — and  so — from  sea  to  sea, 

\Vith  Love  s  deep  rapture  numh  and  dumlr 
Tho'  Prodigal — to  thee — to  thee — 

Great  mother  mine,  I  come,  I  come  ! 

HESTER  BENEDICT  DICKINSON. 


Tke  Sea  Ckild 


Ok,  wonder  Cities  of  tks  \Vest, 
Sea  girt  and  flower  bound, 
Tke  kand  of  Fortune  kolds  for  tkee 
A  gift  from  Soutk  to  Sound! 

Tke  God  tkat  rides  Atlantic's  wave 
Courts  fair  Pacific's  sea, 
And  tkey  in  outstretcked  arms  will  kring 
A  ckild  of  wealtk  to  tkee; 

Like  precious  pearls  its  smiles  will  fall 
On  Soutkland's  Silver  Strand, 
And  kiss,  as  tender  skies  akove 
Tke  Angels   .Blossom  Land! 

Tke  City  ky  tke  Golden  Gate 
\Vill  truly  golden  ke, 
And  all  ker  sisters  on  tke  kay 
Grow  fairer  from  tke  sea; 


Borne  softly  on  Pacific's  breast 
The  Child  -will  northward  go, 
1  o  rose  grown  walls  and  forest  slopes 
ere  Portland  s  rivers  flow; 


Safe  on,  where  Queen  Seattle  sits 
Enthroned  within  her  Sound, 
Swan  like,  and  hearing  tribute  rare, 
The  Sea  Child  s  ship  will  hound. 

Your  Paradise  of  stream  and  vale, 
Your  purple  mountain  side, 
Your  harvest  land,  your  flowered  field 
^>V\11  greet  her,  far  and  wide; 

So  lift  your  arms,  cry  far  your  call 

Oh,  Cities  of  the  West! 

The  Sea  Child  leads  the  whole  wide  world 

To  thee,  whom  God  hath  blessed. 

D.  WOOSTER  TAYLOR. 


California 


(From   "The   Hermitage") 


Let  me  arise;  and  away 
To  the  land  that  guards  the  dying  day, 
\Vnose  turning  tear,  the  evening  star, 
Drops  silently  to  the  wave  afar; 
The  land  where  summers  never  cease 
Their  sunny  psalm  of  light  and  peace. 
\Vliose  moonlight,  poured  for  years  untold, 
Has  drifted  down  in  dust  of  gold; 
Vv  hose  morning  splendors,  fallen  in  showers, 
Leave  ceaseless  sunrise  in  the  flowers. 

EDWARD  ROWLAND  SILL. 


Good  Friends — 

California — the  Land  of  Sunshine,  Fruit  and  Flowers 

Welcomes  you  to  San  Francisco 

"The  Exposition  City" 

"1915" 


Planned     and     Printed    b 
BOLTED  BKADENCC 


tockton,  Calif. 

PAT.  JAN.  21,  1908 


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